Alone in the kitchen, doing the dishes. I hear a beep-beep from my cell phone across the room. My hands are full of soap. I rinse off and walk across the kitchen. Who is texting me at 11 p.m.? My family is home and in bed.
It's from my friend, A, the one with cancer. I have her Vineyard Vines corduroys that I picked up in Freeport, Maine and we arranged to meet this week for me to give them to her and she has a duffel bag she bought me.
Would she be texting me now about this?
I look at the text. It's bad news. She is in the hospital.
I won't divulge the details but I'm sick to my stomach when I get this text.
I know this has nothing to do with Weight Watchers. I am telling you this because I need a favor from each of you.
Pray.
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